Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 63

"Ms. Emerald, homework please." Mr. Aloe says to me, the end of the year coming faster; and not fast enough.

"Yes sir." I hand him my scribbled calculus homework with a fake smile before packing my bag and standing up fast.

"Katherine, I haven't yet dismissed-"

"I turned in my homework. If you turn it over you'll see I completed the class work as well. I copied the homework down. Thank you." I say sternly before walking out of the classroom and throwing my bag over my shoulder.

School couldn't end fast enough.

I get to my locker, throwing my schoolwork in it and grabbing the small duffel bag from the bottom, grunting at the weight before throwing it over my shoulder and slamming the locker shut.

I walk the extensive maze of hallways to the exit, leaving the school parking lot and beginning my walk.

The walk wasn't far, especially if you cut through the shortcut in the woods behind the school. And everyone else was still in class, so I didn't have to avoid everyone like I usually did.

I make it there quickly, not even 10 minutes, and open the door, the bells chiming above my head.

"Hey Kath!" Misty greets me.

I just nod back, making my way to the locker rooms.

"Do you have a training today or just working out?" She asks, changing herself.

"Training." I don't bother asking about her. I don't care, really. And formalities went out the window a long time ago.

She nods, still smiling at me. It makes me cringe. How can someone be so happy?

I pull off my jeans and sweater, replacing them with just a pair of athletic shorts, bright red, and my black sports bra. I tie my hair into a pony tail on my head and smile as goodbye to Misty.

I enter the gym, my eyes raking over who's here. Randy, a bulky trainer, is training a new girl on the bags, clearly frustrated. The girl is small, smaller then me even, and is barely moving the bag. I smile at that.

Randy nods his head in awknowledgement when seeing me. He trained me in the beginning, basic skills as he says. That's part of what I like about Randy, he stopped the formalities too.

Now, I work with Don. He's a younger trainer, maybe about mid twenties. He's been great so far, and by great I mean pushing me much farther then what's healthy.

"Warm up, sweetheart." He teases as soon as I get there, knowing that I hate any sort of affection. He gets a rise out of seeing me angry.

"Shut up." I growl, but start stretching, sitting down on the ground and spreading my legs, reaching out to touch my toes.

"How was school?" He asks, sitting in front of me.

I don't answer, allowing him to push down lightly on my back, making me stretch more.

After some more stretching we stand up, and the lights dim. "Stance."

I comply, spreading my feet to the correct width and putting my hands up defensively.

"Block." He says, pulling his arm in a right hook. I block well, then the left, then a kick from each side.

And so the training continues.

.................

The second I near the driveway I put my headphones in, sending the volume to full blast despite the hurting in my ears.

He's like Greek sirens. I know that when I hear his words, his voice, if I actually listen, I'll be right back where I was. Vulnerable.

The second I enter I smell food, but walk right past the kitchen. Then I feel a spark run through me, his hand being on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me." I say blankly, staring into his eyes fearlessly, watching his lips, curvaceous and plump and so familiar, form unheard words.

I push past him, and he pulls my headphones out just as I walk by.

"I made you dinner, Kat. It's on the table."

"I know. You make me dinner every night." I say, yet walk right by and into the living room.

"Will you please sleep in the bed, I can go down here-"

"Will you please stop repeating the same thing every fucking night?" I snap, throwing my back down onto the couch and turning off the lights.

"I'm sleeping. Leave me alone." I say, laying on the couch without even a shower, exhausted.

"Kat, I can't keep living like this-"

"I found an apartment yesterday. I start moving tomorrow." I say, pulling out a random book from my pile and using my phone as a light.

"No, no. You're not leaving." He laughs.

"And you're not the reason I hate my life." I smile.

He flinches, "Kat if you let me fucking explain..."

"What? You'd say the same thing you've said before. You were there, she was there, she came onto you. You were flirting but you didn't do anything else. She kissed you. Mason showed up. You fought. And the rest is history."

He stares at me blankly, "I would never cheat on you princess, you're me everything."

"I was. I am nothing now." I spit. "And you're to blame for that."

I look down to my book, reading silently. I hear him breathe heavily before walking up the stairs to his room.

I read for a while, a crappy teenage angst story.

The characters, they're all in high school. Going to parties, and having way to detailed sex.

Just thinking about a normal life, one where my heart was still put together and my dreams didn't seem so crazy. Although, that's not the norm for most anymore either.

......

I wake up to screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. And not the oh, I saw a spider scream. The oh, my family was all just brutally murdered in front of me scream.

Logan.

Having just woken up, my mind hasn't delayed from it's natural state in that he is the love of my life.

So, my body races me up the stairs and barging into the room to see him thrashing about on the bed.

"Logan!" I yell to wake him up, climbing on top of him in horror.

He wakes instantly, throwing his arms around me and burying his head in my neck. "Princess, I had such a bad dream. You were leaving and I, you thought I cheated on you and fuck, sleep with me." He whimpers, tired and clearly groggy.

"It wasn't a dream Logan."

He laughs, "More like a nightmare. There's no way in hell I'd do anything to hurt you. You know that, baby girl." He whispers, already asleep.